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1903: 

SOUTHWEST MAIL PRINT, 
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Tht LIBRARY OF 
CONGRESS, 

Two Copies Received 

APR t8 1903 

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CLASS ^ XXc. No 

COPY B. 



Copyrighted, 1903 
BY Charles McCubbin. 






BIOGRAPHICAL. 

John Charles McCubbin, was born in Leaven- 
worth, Kansas, September 13, 1864. His early 
years were spent with his parents on a farm in 
Southern, Kansas. In those frontier days schools 
were not as plentiful as they are today, (only sub- 
scription schools were taught) and his parents 
being- poor were unable to send their children, 
hence our subject was deprived of the early train- 
ing which is essential to the laying of the founda- 
tion of an education. At the age of ten he moved 
with his parents to Morgan county, Missouri, 
where after two years of residence, his father 
died; his mother being unable to keep the family, 
(which consisted of two sisters and one brother 
older and one sister and one brother younger than 
the author) together broke up housekeeping, and 
taking the two younger children went to make her 
residence in Oregon. After a short stay with an 
Aunt, the author then went to Clinton, in Henry 
count}', Missouri, where for a few years was a 
street and shop boot black. While there he at- 
tended the public schools about two months (1882). 
Two years later he attended the public schools of 
Nevada, Missouri, one term, but all this time he 
managed to buy books and clothes and keep l»iinself 
by doing whatever he could find to do. 

It is with a hope that the achievements accom- 
plished from such limited opportunities will be the 
means of inspiring hope and giving courage to 
many another poor boy, that the author feels justi- 
fied in offering this sketch. 

Yours very sincerely, 

Chaklks McCubbin. 



PREFACE. 

It is with the highest degree of pleasure and 
pride that I present this little volume, not because 
of anj' special ability in its makeup, but it has been 
ni)' aim to present this merely as a souvenir and 
memento of my life. While circumstances make it 
impossible to include all that I have written, 
enough is offered in the way of my best productions 
to make it, we trust, worthy of your consideration. 

In the study of literature much of the work is 
rightfully the study of the lives and characters of 
authors, and in the reviewing of all human effort 
it is the personal effort that is the most interesting. 
It is also the most fructifying, hence our justifica- 
tion of biography. 

It is not from any selfish motive that the author 
would ask the public to accept this humble offer- 
ing, but because he fells that 

He owes the most who most can do. 
And doing not is most untrue. 

The Author. 



CONTENTS. PAGE 

Dreams of Childhood, 6 

Power of Purpose, .... . . .7 

Opportunity, ...... 8 

Beauty, - . . - - . . 8 

A Plea, .... ... 9 

Lines on the Plumag^e of a Dead Blue Bird, - 10 

How to Win, ...... 11 

If God Be Near, - 12 

Be Natural, 12 

Flowers and Children, - - - - 13 

Unobstructed Vision, - - - - - ■ 14 

Philosoph^"^ of Use, ... - - - - 15 

The World Is Growing Better, - - - - 16 

The Star of Bethlehem, - - - - 16 

Heaven's Reward — How Won, - - ... 17 

The Truly Strong. 18 

To My Dear Children, - - - - - 18 

Lines to a Small Bouquet, 19 

Buckwheat Cakes and Maple Syrup, - - 20 

A Christmas Carol, - - - - - 21 

Pleasure and Duty, 21 

Thanksgiving-, - - - - - - 22 

Aim, Begin, Continue, or the A B C of Success, - 22 

Jehovah, ....--. - -23 

Resurrection. - - - - - - 24 

The Power of Praver and Song, - - - - 24 

My Wants, -' - - - - - 24 

The Christian Religion, . . - - . - 25 

Destiny of True Men, - 26 

Faith, 27 

Just Keep Cool, ... . - 27 

Nature's Awakening, - - - - - - 28 

Comforting Messengers, 28 

"Brotherly Kindness," - - - - 29 

Unselfishness, " - 29 

Children, 30 

Our Martyred President, 31 

Flowers — Love's Memorials, .... - 31 

Chicken vs. Turkey, - - - ' " ^1 

Helpfulness, ...---- - 33 

Old Buck, 34 

His Thanksgiving Dinner, - - - 'ft 

Envoyage, 36 

Power of Might, |' 

Pay Day, - 37 

The Christian's Hope, j^ 

A Penitent's Prayer, . . - - 40 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. 

DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD. 

There are scenes to me most dear 
Still in memory quite clear, 

Of the places where I'd roam 
When a child about my home. 

Used to like to steal away 

Spending gladsome hours at play, 

Never'd let the "old folk" know 
Nothing' 'bout where 1 would go. 

I jest liked to be alone 

Doin' thinkin' of my own, 
And I'd stay for hours and hours 

By the streams or pluckin' flowers. 

An' before we'd got aroun' 

There was nothin' we'd not loun', 

O, what happy hours were these 
There was everythihg to please. 

'En when we were tired of play 
An' no longer dared to stay, 

Used to scamper home ag'in 
Fer to answer where I'd been. 

Course the "old folks" they could tell 
Without askin' — mighty well, 

When at me they'd both look down 
At my face and hands quite brown. 

'En we'd go out to the lot. 
That seemed such a lovely spot. 

Where at every eventide 
Mother used to sit beside. 

Our old eow of evenin's cool 
On an old three-legged stool, 



BRHAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POF.MS. 

An' she'd fill quite to the brink 
My tin cup for me to drink. 

I remember how I'd laugh, 
When at play our little calf, 

Used to gallop, run or trot, 
'Roun' the corners of the lot. 

Milking done and supper o'er 
I'd jes fall down on the floor, 

Oh! so awful tired from play 
I'd enjoyed throughout the day. 



POWER OF PURPOSE. 

I once outlined within my mind, 

A something I would do; 
And never quite did I lose sight, 

Of what I had in view. 

When very near 'twould disappear. 

For it I'd go in quest; 
My soul would yearn for its return. 

Naught else could give me rest. 

Oft times 'twould seem 'twas but a dream. 

Or fancy's magic spell; 
It's way had stole into my soul, 

Just how I could not tell. 

Then when awake the spell would break, 

And all alone I'd seem; 
Yet 'twas untrue for well I knew. 

That life was not a dream. 

I toiled ahead nor one word said. 
Of what I felt or thought; 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. 

As all the while I'd work and smile, 
Toward the end I sought. 

And now strange there's come a change, 

As meteors through the air; 
The shadow's passed and now at last, 

The work itself is here. 



OPPORTUNITY. 

And must I wait till some mysterious power 

Upon me hath bestowed the gift to think, 
To speak, to act, that in some special hour. 

Some thirsting soul from my life's springs Shall drink? 

Nay! opportunity is ever near. 

At home out in the world's great busy marts, 
A look, a word, a deed, some life may cheer. 

Give strengtli anew to some despondent hearts. 

Then may I by my thought, or word, or deed, 

Unto the world a blessing thereby prove, 
And give some other souls of those in need, 

And thus some weary burden help remove. 



BEAUTY. 



Why need we ask where beauty lies. 

If 'tis of earth or in the skies, 
If it shows forth by daj' or night, 

The things quite pleasing to the sight? 

Or if 'tis only seen in spring 

When flowers bloom and sweet birds sing. 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. 

In summer's sun or autumn's shade, 

When winter's snows o'er hill and glade. 

What foolish questioners we'd be 
When all about us we may see. 

The handiwork of God sublime, 
AboTe, below, at any time. 

See 3'onder mountains crowned with snow. 
Majestic g^randeur forth they show; , 

Survey the wondrous prairies wide, 
Then ask where beauty doth abide. 

Behold! the gorgeous King of day 
Resplendence sheds upon his way. 

Emblazoning the trees and spires 
As lit by multi-colored fires. 

Go forth beneath nocturnal skies. 
Lift up to them, O, man, your eyes, 

And surely we must then declare. 
That there is beauty everj'whcre. 



A PLEA. 

I do not plead some massive deed 
With which to crown my life, 

I only seek with efforts weak 
To help to lighten strife. 

I do not ask some easy task 

In life my portion be, 
I would not shun ere life is done 

The work assigned to me. 

I want to bear of g-rief my share 
Some to m}' lot must fall, 



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Since none are free from misery 
It Cometh unto all. 

With courage strong, I'd join the throng 

Who're striving day by day, 
To help drive back the darkness black 

Tliat oft beclouds our way. 

So this I pray, that every day 

A helping hand to lend, 
With deed or thought, with brightness fraught. 

Until mv life shall end. 



UNES ON THE PLUMAGE OF A 
DEAD BLUE BIRD. 

It was in the fall of the year 1897, the author of the fol- 
lowing lines while walking alone through a clump of wood, 
came upon a bunch of blue bird feathers, which, indicated 
tlie bird had been devoured by some bird of prey. From 
the thought (suggested to the author's mind by the color of 
the feathers, there's beauty left from a life that's gone) the 
following poem was written: 

While strolling alone in the autumn wood, 
No sound save the voice of God I heard; 

When shortly I came, and lo! I stood. 

Where lay the plumage of a dead blue bird. 

No doubt another had heard its song. 

While 3'et alive it warbled its lay; 
But 'twas meant that I should come along. 

And there behold it's plumage gay. 

Yet all through life some seem to walk, 
Unconscious wholl}' of beauties nigh; 



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Complain there's nothing with which to talk, 
While sermons by scores about them lie. 

Ah! 'tis because they do not care, 
For little things while here on earth; 

And o'er look them for ones more rare — 
To give them pleasure or provoke mirth. 

A lesson to me this day is taught. 

As through life's vale I wond'ring go; 

There's beauty in all which God hath wrought, 
Though at my feet it may lie low. 

May I so live that when I'm dead. 

Eternal life shall on me dawn; 
And true friends say as I have said, 

There's beautj- left from a life that's gone. 
APPENDIX. 
He who to the world can give a thought. 

For good a wondrous deed hath wrought; 
If otherwise his thoughts were bad. 

Such thoughts he'd better never had. 



HOW TO WIN. 

Those that succeed 

Do first give heed 
To time swift passing by, 

They've learned each day 
'Twas meant that they 

Should work, nor stop to sigh. 
Ah! we may win 

[f rightly in 
We start, and nobly try. 

Our task find out 
Then set about 

To work at that, nor sigh. 



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IF GOD BE NEAR. 

If God be near, I care not what, 

There is in life for me; 
Nor will I e'er bemoan my lot. 

Whatever it may be — 

If God be near. 

If God be near, I care not where. 
My path through life may lead; 

Though many obstacles be there. 
They'll not my way impede — 
If God be near. 

If God be near, I'll firmly stand, 

And on His love depend; 
For guidance by His mighty hand. 

To keep me to the end. 



BE NATURAL. 

There are many men these days 

Pattern after others ways. 
They wish to be like this one, or like that, 

They will take their own dear self, 
Lay it back upon the shelf, 

Foi-getting what is underneath their hat. 

They will strut, and thej' will stare, 

They'll assume a haughty air. 
And this one thing are certain of at least 

That the sun goes on its way, 
just to watch their grand display, 

Humbl}' rising for this purpose in the east. 

They will mimic, they will ape. 
Put themselves in any shape, 



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To imitate some olher crumbling clod, 

But this best suflficing me, 
The' ungainly I may be, 

I will try and be myself, tho' it were odd. 

Tho' Dame forture made me weak, 

Unpcssessed of fine physique. 
Still I thank the Lord, I'm willing so to be; 

This great gift to me he gave, 
Strength of soul that I might brave 

The many, many ills that come to me. 

There are others who have health. 

Which to me seems best of wealth; 
Yet willingly life's pathway I have trod, 

Rather than forsake the clay 
In which I am doomed to staj', 

Tho' in doing so, no doubt thej' think me odd. 



FLOWERS AND CHILDREN. 

Dedicated to the Children's Home Society of the United 
States of America. 

Once when in my days of childhood, 
Whiling 'way the lonely hours; 

I was passing through a wildwood, 
There I spic d some lovely flowers. 

Now the time had passed most dreary, 
Ere the flowers I chanced to see; 

But the scene at once did cheer me, 
Seemed that they were there for me. 

Oh! they did possess such beauty. 

Growing there beside the way; 
But to pluck them seemed my duty. 



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So I made a small bouquet. 

Then I pinned them to my bosom, 
Taking- care that tliey should staj'; 

Knowing if I did not lose them, 
I'd have flowers all the way. 

Ah! today there are so manj' 
Homeless children undefiled; 

Sweet-faced angels, have you any? 
If not, won't you take a child? 

Then your Savior will confess you. 
Angels will record your name; 

These dear little ones will bless you, 
That you rescued them from shame. 



UNOBSTRUCTED VISION. 

The author while out walking in the late fall or early 
winter of 1897, looked up, taking notice that the leaves had 
fallen from the trees. The view, as far as the eye could 
see, was unobstructed. This seemed typical to his mind 
that if we would only lay aside the leaves of malice, hate, 
envy, jealousy, evil speaking, and learn to love our fellow 
men, how clear would be our spiritual vision. 

'Tis in the beauteous spring time, when all nature is in 
bloom. 
And the chilly winds of winter have vanished with their 
gloom. 
That mother earth takes on new life, and there is much to 
please, 
But our vision is obstructed, for the leaves are on the 
trees. 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. IS 

Then there comes the summer season, and we shall forget 
it not, 
For to us 'twas quite displeasinf»-, and we'd murmur, 
"Oh, how hot," 
And we tried so many methods, from discomfort to find 
ease, 
And we sought the shady woodland, 'neath the leafy 
covered trees. 

Next to follow is the autumn, when the spring and summer's 
passed. 
And we're feeling sorter chillj' at the first approaching 
blast, 
But if we have acted wisely, we're prepared for days like 
these. 
If we but foresaw the winter while the leaves were on 
the trees. 

If we've labored in life's spring time, and have borne its 
summer's heat. 
Never shrank from any dutjs never sought a cool retreat; 
If for all we've kindly greeting, and their sorrows sought 
to ease. 
Then our vision's unobstructed, there's no leaves upon 
the trees. 



PHILOSOPHY OF USE. 

'Tis not the amount of learning or wealth which we possess. 

Can bring to us true happiness and help the world to 
bless. 
Nor yet the much of anything, but what we rightly use. 

This is true wisdom's standard by which we win or lose; 
Much knowledge misdirected, no bright reward can gain. 

While little with right using will never be in vain; 
The spendthrift with his millions, sad misery's hell may 
taste, 

Or it may purchase Heaven, if it be not misplaced. 



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THE WORLD IS GROWING BETTER. 

The world is growing- better every day, 
I care not what the pessimist may say, 

Of every brother weali 

We may some kind word speak, 

And iielp to make liim stronj^er for tiie fraj'. 

The world is g-rowing- better everj' da^-, 

Tho' we meet the g-ood and bad upon our way. 

In each one there's a nook 
Of good we oft o'er look. 

And we fail to speak of them what we should say. 

The world is growing better every daj', 

I've learned there's much of good in all life's way. 

If we but rightly act 
I've learned it is a fact, 

That many ills of living we can stay. 

Would we have the world still better in our da}^? 

Unmistakably I think this is the way, 
To strenghten any soul. 

Or to make the spirit whole. 
There is need we speak and act just as we pray. 



THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 

Throughout many centuries there's shone a star. 
Its glorious brilliancy beaming afar; 

Out shining in splendor the stars of the night, 
'Tis guiding of millions from darkness to light. 

This sweetest of stories has often been told. 

Since first there appeared to the wise men of old; 



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This star to direct them on Christendom's morn 
To where 'twas foretold that a savior be born. 

They followed its lights as it shone o'er their waj', 
It led them to Bethlehem where there did lay 

In swaddling apparel a newlj' born king, 

To whom when they found him their treasures ('id bring. 

Some shepherds kept watch o'er their flocks on that night, 
When first shone around them its wonderful light, 

"They were sore afraid" — but an angel did say — 
"Fear not, for I bring you good tidings — this day." 

In the City of David, is born Christ, the Lord, 
A Savior — and all may rejoice in his word; 

And 'twas the sign given b}' which they would find 
The little babe Jesus so gentle and kind. 

Then sudden a multitude stood in the sky, 
A heavenly host with the angel drew nigh, 

They praised the great God who had sent them to earth 
To'tell the glad news of this wonderful birth. 

And "Glory to God in the highest" they sang, 
Then softly and clearly these other words rang. 

Resounded and echoed, again and again, 
"Peace on earth, good will toward men." 



HEAVEN'S REWARD— HOW WON. 

"Dust Unto Dust," I shall return. 
Yet, lamps of truth and love .still burn. 

And lighten up the path of those 

That live when mine own life shall close. 

If by one thought by me expressed. 
The human race shall e'er beble:sl. 



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B3' this I shall be richly paid 
For all the efforts I have made. 

Yet not alone by word or thought, 

(The crown of life we'd wear) is bought, 

That gift is given us from above 

For deeds performed on earth, from love. 



THE TRULY STRONG. 

Some must be strong! have great insight. 
Discerning wrong, approving right, 

To clearly see vain prowess used. 
Which oft with duty is confused. 

Some must be strong! have strength of will. 
And purpose true, theirs to instill. 

True courage born in freeman's breast. 

From whom his bightright none may wrest. 

Some must be strong! have power of word. 
Expressive of the tho't that stirred, 

To noble action, heroes true. 

Who only righteous action knew. 

And these are strong! whose word and deed. 

Is motived by a purpose, freed, 
From selfishness, who strive that good, 

May come to all in brotherhood. 



TO MY DEAR CHILDREN. 

Well, dear children, just rest easy, 

Dear old Santa will be there; 
I have everything to pleaSc you. 



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And I'll find you anywhere. 

I have been so very busy, 

Reading- letters I received; 
Why, it makes my old head dizzj , 

And I scarcely would believed. 

That my dearies still remember — 

Why, let's see, it's been a year 
Twenty-fifth of this December — 

And that date again so near? 

Tell you what, I'll have to hustle, 

If these stockings all are filled; 
Gracious goodness! I must rustle. 

If I go where'er I'm billed. 

My! there are so many places. 

Where mj' children look for me; 
And I want to see their faces. 

At their home or Christmas tree. 

Well, de9.r children, I am sleepy. 

Scarcely can see how to write; 
Maj' the good Lord guard and keep yoU, 

Till I see you, so good night. 

"Santa Claus." 



LINES TO A SMALL BOUQUET. 

As we see the beauty 
In this small bouquet. 

So in doing dutj' 

We'll see some each day. 

His thought must be shallow 
Who no duty knows, 



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With nothing- to hallow 
But thorns and no rose. 

If we live in pleasure 
Midst idly spent hours, 

Of inactive leisure 

We'll then see no flowers. 



BUCKWHEAT CAKES AND MAPLE SYRUP. 

Golly! ma, put on the griddle, 

Let'er g^et right good and hot. 
Feelin' finer'n a fiddle? 

Yep, I am I tell yer what; 
Fer the frost the winders blur up, 

An I'm glad the time has come 
Fer "buckwheats" an' maple syrup — 

Hurry up an' bring me some. 

HuUy gee! but ma can make 'em 

Every bit as light as down; 
"Bet yer boots" that she can bake 'em 

Just the purtiest "seal brown." 
Jes 'fore bedtime she will stir up 

Batter fer to set at night, 
Fer she knows the maple syrup's 

Waitin' fer the buckwheats light. 

Here they come, and they are smokin'; 

Whew! but they're all right when hot; 
Anyone knows I'm not jokin' — 

Fetch along the coffee pot, 
There is nothin' you can stir up 

Can my appetite so please; 
Buckwheat cakes and maple syrup 

Lays it over all with ease. 



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A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 

Wal I used ter think that Christmas didn't mount ter very 

much, 
That it was a sort o' pastime for to please the kids an' 

such; 
"When we'd look fer dear ole Santa, with his dolls an' 

books an' sleds, 
Some may think this was all nonsense ole folks "stuffed 

into our heads." 

But I'll tell yer wots the matter, I am awful glad they did. 
Stuff my head with jes such nonsense when I was a little 

kid. 
Even now I'm anxious, waitin' fer that time — yes, I enjoy 
Hearin' from the "dear ole feller" same as any little bo.v. 



PLEASURE AND DUTY. 

To fly a kite most out of sight, 

Is jolly sport for boyhood's days; 
But in their turn, all boys should learn 

Some work to do, some business ways. 

To spin a top, to jump and hop. 

Are sports all lively lads enjoy, 
But recollect you can't expect 

To always be a barefoot boy. 

Your fun and mirth while here on earth, 
Is well enough in childhood's days. 

But years pass by and you and I 
Are called to act in sterner ways. 

Make ready then to act as men— 
Too soon shall pass the golden hours, 

When life was bright and all was light 

And all your paths were strewn with flowers. 



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THANKSGIVING. 

With grateful hearts we thank the Lord 
That thou our lives hast spared; 

That thro' the teaching of thy word 
Thy life by us is shared. 

Dependent creatures Lord are we 

Unable for an hour 
To still exist — unless in Thee 

We find our strength and power. 

For all Thy tender mercies shown, 
Our heartfelt thanks we give, 

And for the joy and peace we've known, 
E'en while on earth we live. 

May all our days Thou dost extend 

In thanks to Thee be given, 
Then when our lives on earth shall end 

We'll thank Thee still in heaven. 



AIM, BEGIN, CONTINUE, OR THE 
A B C OF SUCCESS. 

Aim at a purpose that's noble and grand. 

Improving the moments by means at command; 
Master whatever you may choose to know; 

Begin, though at first your commencement be low. 
Earnestly strive, as you pass day by day, 

Give to the moments that are passing away. 
Industry's fruit, store up in your mind 

Noble impulses, and then you will find 
Cares once a burden and quite hard to bear, 

Only a part of life's load each must share. 



URICAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. 23 

Never complain, though your task may seem dull, 
There's never a kernel without there's a hull; 

Industry practiced with good aim in view. 
Never shall fail in its purpose to do 

Unhesitating the goal must be gained. 
Ending at last without object attained. 



JEHOVAH. 

Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of 
God commit the keeping of their souls unto Him in well- 
doing, as unto a faithful Creator. — I Peter, 4:19. 

How great's the joy of those who know 

Thee only as their Lord. 
Who see Thy presence all aglow 

Throughout thy blessed word. 

O, may we ne'er forget that Thou 

Doth ever guard our way. 
The while to Thee our spirits bow, 

And we thy laws obey. 

That Thou hast promised unto all 
Who put their trust in thee, 

To hearken to their every call- 
That Thou wilt faithful be. 

O. thus may we prepare to rest 

Securely Lord with Thee; 
Benighted souls at last be blest 

Throughout eternity. 



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RESURRECTION. 

"I am the resurrection and the life." — Jesus. 

The skies are clear, the birds are here, 
And winter's gloomy days so drear 

Have passed away, and soon so gay 
Will come the loveliness of May. 

Ah! emblem true for me and you, 
(Still lends but an imperfect view) 

Of that fair land where there doth stand 
A risen Lord at God's risfht hand. 



THE POWER OF PRAYER AND SONG. 

Be not content to pass along 

Through life without a prayer or song; 

These blessings to us God hath given 
To lift the soul from earth to Heaven. 

How sweet, when troubles do arise, 
And would becloud our clearest skies. 

To seek the Lord in earnest prayer, 
And plead his aid our griefs to share. 

By song, the soul on wings of love 
Is borne to realms of joy above; 

And feels no sorrows, griefs nor pains; 
But dwell in peace where Jesus reigns. 



MY WANTS. 

The first of all, I want to know 
What God would have me do. 

That I to Him my love may show. 
And unto him prove true. 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POEMS. 25 

I do not care to know the how, 
The why, the when and where, 

I only care to know that now 
I'm sheltered by His care. 

That He will drive away all fears 

When trials maj' arise; 
I want that He shall dry the tears 

That may bedim my eyes. 

I want that He shall ever g-uide 

My feet in paths of rig-ht; 
That he be ever near my side 

To shield me by His might. 

But last, I want that when the end 

Of my life's span is come; 
That on His grace I shall depend 

To guide me safely home. 



THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION. 

I ask for no more, without it I'm poor 
'Tis something that all can aflford; 

It cannot be bought, if rightly 'tis sought, 
'Twill be found in seeking the Lord. 

In bearing the cross, I suffer no loss. 

But only consider it gain; 
It helps me to see the Lamb on the tree, 

And His blood that cleanseth all .stain. 

The spear-pierced side takes away all my pride, 

Oh! may I on God's promises lean. 
Until I shall come to that happy home 

Where his smiles will ever be seen. 



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Whilst journe3nng along with prayer and with 
song. 

Let's ask it of all those we love; 
To learn the Lord's ways, and join in His praise, 

And meet in the mansions above. 



DESTINY OF TRUE MEN. 

Enough, that men shall eat and drink 
And sleep, but never stop to think; 

To try and formulate some plan, 
That well may end the life of man. 

Mayhap a kindly word or deed. 
Would help some wretched one in need; 

And it may prove the cause to win. 
An erring brother from his sin. 

There is a grander, nobler way. 

Than to make of life but play; 
Life is best lived, is best enjoyed. 

By those with heart and hands employed. 

'Tis their one thought, their soul's delight, 
To bear down wrong, to uphold right; 

To do their duty while they live, 
And to the world true life to give. 

They care not where they're called to go. 
They'd risk their life to meet a foe; 

Their life, their soul, is in their work, 
And from their duty will not shirk. 

They've no desire for selfish gain. 

For, well they know it, oft brings pain; 

That miseries wrought are manifold. 
By men who hoard away the gold. 



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They think about that parting day, 

"When they from earth shall pass away; 

With duty done their life is blest, 
And gloriously they sink to rest. 



FAITH. 

"Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith".— Jesus. 



Matt. 8:26. 



We may not always foresee 

What's in store for you and me, 
And I think 'tis well we should not understand; 

But since tempests will arise. 
There's a thought which we should prize, 

That our help and strength is ever near at hand. 

We should never be afraid 

Nor at trials be dismayed, 
In our Savior's strength we'll weather every gale; 

For v?ith Jesus at the helm, 
There's no storm can overwhelm, 

Through faith His power to save shall never fail. 



JUST KEEP COOL. 

We too oft become offended, 

When there's something said or done. 
Which is only just intended. 

To provoke a bit of fun. 

If we would but wait a minute- 
Look the matter through and through— 

Think it over, see what's in it, 
It would prove the best to do. 



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Ah! too often we discover, 

That a man, his friend would choke, 
Ere he'd thouglit the trouble over. 

Then to find, 'twas but a joke. 



NATURE'S AWAKENING. 

'Tis April! and nature's bloom 
Is seen returning from its gloom; 

Her charms again the blossoms cheer, 
And leaves from bursting buds appear. 

The stillness, covering mother earth, 
Has passed away with all its dearth; 

The singing of the little bird, 
From tree and house-top now is heard. 

April past, then follows May, 

Bright and cheerful, child like, gay; 

Robed in flowers with fragrance sweet. 
And the green grass at her feet. 



COMFORTING MESSENGERS. 

One day, while very sick, the author was alone lying 
upon a cot. Looking out of the window he watched the 
little birds chirping and flying about, and thus was made 
to forget his sufferings. 

The little birds do chirp and sing, 
And gaily sport upon the wing. 

As I upon my cot now lay. 
And slowly while the hours away. 

Not slowly, if I hear their song. 



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The time doth seem not half so long-, 
While listening- to the joyous note, 

That pours from merry warbler's throat. 

'Tis well with him who hath but heard, 

The cheerful note of little bird, 
For, even they our sorrows soothe, 

And help to make our pillow smooth. 

Sweet bird, that cheerfulness did bring, 
To soul of mine, Oh! may you sing, 

And cheer the lonely and the poor, 
Thus aiding them their lot endure. 



"BROTHERLY KINDNESS." 

2 Peter, 1:7. 

Our sympathy always and ever should be, 

With our fellowmen who can't see as we see; 
It is not the way to give sight to the blind 

By scorning and spurning and being unkind, 
But let each of us do that which is right, 

It may prove the means of showing them light; 
Then let men, as brothers, treat each other as a friend, 

And patiently wait to note the gracious end; 
So, when life shall have ended, and we are laid to rest. 

May of each be it said, that he did his best. 



UNSELFISHNESS. 

I have in mind a little lad. 
For anything he ever had; 

Just for its sake he did not care. 
But wanted all with him to share. 



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If it was top, or skates, or sled. 
Or else the books from which he read; 

Or anything he called his own. 

He would not play with them alone. 

He'd g-o and find some other boy, 

That he his playthings might enjoy; 

You talk about your having fun, 
His childish cup of joy o'er run. 

And why, 'twas thus? quite well I know, 
When this unselfishness we show; 

And act thro' love from self set free, 
We then may great and happy be. 



CHILDREN. 



There's a wealth of tender sweetness, clustered round that 
one word — child. 

And to me it symbolizes all that's gentle, meek and mild — 
It affords me inspiration, as I sit alone and dream, 

It embodies all that's beautiful — 'tis loveliness supreme. 

With the aid of fancy, I now picture them as flow 'rets fair, 
And their innocence, as fragrance of the flow'rs upon 
the air, 

And their gentleness of spirit would 1 liken to the dove, 
As they rest so all-abiding in a mother's tender love. 

And their voices far more musical than all the singers 
sweet. 
Just to hear their childish prattle, makes my happiness 
complete. 
When in that celestial city, it will fill my soul's desire. 
If all the heavenly choristers, are children in the choir. 



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OUR MARTYRED PRESIDENT. 

A sorrowing nation is mourning today 

The loss of a noble illustrious son, 
And praj'erfiilly gathers its tribute to pay 

Of love, and of honor, together as one. 

As patriots loyal and loving men stand 

And pledge by their sorrow, their grief, and their tears, 
To carefully keep as he left it a land 

Where men love their country, through all future years. 

And seemingly nature conspiring to lend 

Her share of sad tribute to our honored dead. 

Is lowering her sable of cloud as to blend 

With the somber hued crape which men grievously spread. 

Our nation's proud ensign now half masted swings 

As if with a mem'ry it gave retrospect. 
To days we recall when midst bickerings 

He nobly braved danger its folds to protect. 

O, gallant brave Chieftain, we now may recall 
With pride unaflfected the deeds you have done, 

And by your example whatever befall 
We stand undivided, forever as one. 



FLOWERS— LOVE'S MEMORIALS. 

Tenderly gather the flowers of spring. 
In loving tribute their beauty now bring. 

And as a token of gratefulness spread. 
Over the graves of our loved soldier dead. 

Think not today of the battle's fierce strife, 
When each one loyally gave up his life. 



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Let the sweet perfume of charity blend, 
With the flowers fragrance for each loving friend. 

And as the rose doth the ug-ly thorn hide, 
May lovely friendship shut out all our pride. 

Spread love's memorials for blue and for gray. 
Thus stand united forever and aye. 



CHICKEN VS. TURKEY. 

Some people like the turkey, 
With cranberries for a sauce; 

But I think a juicy chicken. 
With good dressin' is the boss. 

Place them both inside the oven, 
Baste and bake 'em good and brown; 

But that turkey's lackin' somethin'-^ 
There's no dressin' layin' roun'. 

Well, of course, it's more a custom. 
That the turkey should be served; 

And we find that most of people. 
From this rule have never swerved. 

But let all of every nation. 
Yes, of every land and clime; 

Choose to stick to old, dry turkey, 
I'll take chicken every time. 



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HELPFULNESS. 

The author upon one occasion being told that from his 
physical appearance, he was not long for this world, re- 
plied: It is not in the number of years we live that we 
give to the world our worth, but it lies in the use we make 
of our time and talents and the help we may bo ab]e to 
render others while we are permitted to remain here. It 
was by the thought contained in the author's reply that he 
gained the inspiration that enabled him to evolve the fol- 
lowing: 

'Tis not in the number of years we live, 
That we give to the world our worth; 

But it lies in the help that we may give. 
Toothers while here on earth. 

The sun in his glory from day to day, 
Sheds his beams on the earth below; 

It blossoms because of each golden ray. 
And radiant life-giving glow. 

The dew drops linger awhile on the flowers. 

And a share of their moisture give; 
Tho' their length of life is but a few hours. 

They die that the flowers may live. 

It need not be we possess great strength, 

While we linger upon this side; 
Nor be given a life of utmost length. 

In a moment a tear may be dried. 

Yes! in a moment a helpful deed, 

We may for someone perform; 
A friendly word might supply a need. 

If it flows from a heart that is warm. 

Must the sun and the dew drop perform their task? 



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Give life to material things; 
And man be unable to do or ask, 
Or add to the song- nature sings? 

Nay! roan is given of God, a power. 
Far grander than either the sun; 

Or dew drop resting upon the flower, 
That a work of love be done. 

Then let us labor while yet we may, 

And remember that God is love; 
Though our pilgrimage here be but a short stay. 

We 11 rest in his presence above. 



OLD BUCK. 

A true story with a moral. 

The author chanced to be passing by where there lay 
an old hunting dog d3dng. Hearing the praise that was 
being spoken of him for his faithfulness in the performance 
of duty to his young master, tlie author thought and so- 
liloq lized thus: If he, but a dog, has been so faithful to 
do hi;-. dut3' to man, how much more faithful should man, 
who is blessed and endowed of God with reason and intel- 
lect, made in the image of the Creator, be to his Master. 

' Twas onlj- a dog lay there on the ground, 

While his young master and friends gathered round; 
"Poor old Buck! he will soon be dead," 

In words of sorrow, his master said; 
Faithful old creature, too, was he. 

For always when hunting he went with me. 
At fighting of coons he hadn't a match. 

And on him to show there's many a scratch, 
That he received in manj' hard fights, 



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That he was in when hunting of nights; 
But now, his lighting will soon be o'er, 

Poor old Buck can't go any more 
"With the boys at night to join in the chase. 

And there's no other can fill his place. 
MORAL. 
Only a dog — dumb creature he, 

Yet a lesson he's taught to you and me; 
That we — mankind, our duty should know, 

And follow our Master where He'd have us go. 



HIS THANKSGIVING DINNER. 

Ma was in the kitchen bakin'. 

Thought I'd see what she had cooked; 

Fer 'twas time that she was makin' 
Somethin' good, so I jes looked. 

Sleeves slipped up nigh to her elbows, 
Apron round' her, white as snow; 

Tho't I'd Stan' an' watch her make those 
Pumpkin pies — saj', don't yer know? 

Perspiration almos' streamin' 
Down her dear ole smilin' face; 

An' the puddin' was a steamin' — 
Why, mj' goodness! I mos' tas'e. 

Her mince pies there in the oven. 
Ho' made mincers they was too; 

Ma kep' pushin' an' a shovin', 
Fer she had so much to do. 

She mus' have "the turkey" ready. 

Baked and basted good an' brown; 
But she kep' her nerves as steady. 



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Neither did she even frown. 

Jes kep' workin' an' a smilin', 
Sorter hummed a little tune; 

An' the pies she kep' a pilin', 
Fer Thankscrivin' is here soon. 



ENVOYAGE. 

Far out upon the wondrous mig-hty seas, 

Are varied craft that sails their bosom o'er, 

Within their sails is caught the gale or breeze, 
To drive upon the rocks or waft to shore. 

Upon the raging- restless sea of life, 

(Each destined to a port we know not where); 

Are human barks to weather grief and strife, 
Or sink beneath the waves of dark despair. 

I would not that my voyage — shall be free, 
From soul-disturbing forces that affright; 

For he who calmed the storm on Galilee, 
Will by His wisdom guide m3' bark aright. 

Storm-tost? Ah! yes and when the waves are high. 
And night lacks silvery moon or twinkling star; 

When faith sinks low and spectre fears are nigh. 
Still there's one walks the troubled sea afar? 

Not so, but close and with His sacred hand. 
Upon the helm of my life's ship to guide; 

I need not fear or yet to understand. 
Whilst by His faithful guidance I abide. 



DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTH ER POEMS. 

POWER OF MIGHT. 

Power, what art thou but a bubble? 

(Sought for only by the vain); 
Giving- naught of worth but trouble, 

No reward but death and pain. 

Thy mirage in life's waste places, 
Lures the ones who thirst for Thee; 

Onto death for Ah! all traces, 
Of thy mimic waters flee. 

Ignorantly the unthinking. 

Follow the deluding light; 
Of thy spectre star which sinking, 

Leaves them in the darkest night. 

Thou despoiler of all beauty. 
May the light of truth disperse; 

Thy false guiding — leaving duty — 
Now o'er shadowed by thy curse. 



PAY DAY. 

I went for a walk on a beautiful night. 

To meet an old gentleman I wished to see; 
The sk}' was quite clear, the stars shone bright, 

All things seemed in harmony as they should be. 

I'd not far to go when my journey I'd end, 

As it was quite near, would have soon reached the place, 
Where I was expecting to meet my old friend. 

When lo! of a sudden we met face to face. 

And where are you going? he then asked of me. 

To which as in answer I quickly replied; 
'Twas you m}^ old friend I was wishing to see, 

I need go no further — we stand side by side. 



38 DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER POBMS. 

I turned me about and together we strolled. 

He said he was going to meet the pay car; 
As onward we journeyed by him I was told, 

The names and location of many a star. 

And I was inspired by the wisdom displayed. 
In him by his showing to me things so bright; 

I thought how much brighter life's path might be made, 
If we could discern things thus in their true light. 

We went to the station, we cro&sed the track. 
To where was his eheck for wages he'd earned; 

The which when he'd gotten we then started back, 
And where we had started irom soon had returned. 

But on our way back a sad picture we met, 

Our hearts with great pity were made fast to beat; 

Ah! 'tis a true story we tell with regrer, 
Of one poor sad creature alone on the street. 

The stars lost their brightness with which they had shone, 
As over our hearts there was hung as a pall; 

This picture in life of an outcast alone — 

Great God! we beseech thee that no more may fall. 

How true 'tis in life when both sides we have seen, 
The brightness, the darkness, the good and the bad; 

That there is the one, the other between, 

To fill us with gladness or make us feel sad. 

If we have wrought faithfully here in our day, 

Like my friend when at last we are given our checks; 

We may rest assured we'll be given full pay, 
If while we see pleasure we pity the wrecks. 



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THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE. 

For we know that if our earthly house of this taberna- 
cle were dissolved, we have a building- of God, a house not 
made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Cor, 5:1. 

Behold! in my visions what beauty, 

I see in that land far away; 
And but for my love to do duty, 

That longer I care here to stay. 

Oh, Father, I pray keep before me, 

The joys of that home above; 
With thy watchful care ever o'er me, 

I'm bound by thj- infinite love. 

Though we may have troubles that vex us. 
And burdened with many a care; 

And trials that sorely perplex us. 

Still thou canst keep us from despair. 

For there is a truth we may cherish. 
And never to fainting give way; 

For though doth our outward man perish. 
The inward's renewed day by day. 

Through faith we will never be shaken. 
But faith mu!?t be firm, unalloyed; 

Then never will we be forsaken. 

Though cast down we'll not be destroyed. 

What hope unto us is given, 

That when we're released from this clod; 
That we have eternal in heaven, 

A house that is builded of God. 

Friend sinner, today if you heed Him, 

And unto Him be reconciled; 
You will then have His love when you need Him, 

As a good father loveth his child. 

The evil one will but deceive you. 
And lead you still deeper in sin; 

But God, if you're good, will receive you. 
And to that bright home take 3'ou in. 



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A PENITENT'S PRAYER. 

Oh! be Thou ever present Lord, 

Be ever in my thought; 
Give utterance to my every word, 

So that I may err not. 

Help me to feel that there is naught, 

I do writhout thy aid; 
O, hear my prayer, Thy help is sought. 

That I be not dismayed. 

Yet cause me for my sins to grieve, 
For wrongs done in the past; 

I'd not have Thee my soul relieve. 
While 3-et one sin may last. 

Let a repenting sinner live, 

No more may I offend; 
At last to Thee all praise I'll give. 

In worlds without an end. 

Dear Lord, I'd not be saved alone, 
Whilst others round me fall; 

But may I bid them seek Thy throne. 
For Thou didst die for alL 

Help me some little deed to do, 
Some helpful word to speak; 

That as each day I'm passing through, 
I'll give strength to the weak. 

Thou art the pearl of greatest price. 

Most goodly to be sought; 
All others do I sacrifice, 

That Thou alone be bought. 

Place Thou a new song in m}' heart. 
That I may sing Thy praise; 

When from this life I shall depart, 
I'll sing through endless days. 

APPENDIX. 

If to God's laws men gave heed. 

For man's laws there'd be less need; 

If His laws were not abused, 
There were no need man's laws be used. 



